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June 26, 2017

So, This is Me

My DNA Test - Part 1

While standing in line at a restaurant, I noticed a young man staring at me. His teeth, whiter than white against skin the color of freshly turned compost, graced me with a smile that warned there was more to come.

"Hello my sister," he said as he moved his way out of line to come stand in front of me. I smiled because his accent was as beautiful as his thick black hair and his charm was like summer warmth.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

I stuttered for a moment then told him that I grew up in a small Kansas town. He shook his head full of locks and then asked with a deep seriousness and emphasis on the word "are". "No, my sister. Where ARE you from?"

"Kansas City?" I heard myself say/ask.

Again he shook his head. Then proudly, in a voice that everyone could hear, he leaned in towards my face, said, "No! You are from Ghana. You look exactly like my cousins."

When he returned to his place in line, I'm pretty sure I was trembling.

That took place over a year ago and I have not been able to shake it.

On Mother's Day, my amazing husband --- in cahoots with a well-known genealogy advisor to the celebrities (and just so happens to be a neighbor and friend) --- gifted me with a beautifully wrapped DNA test. And guess what?

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So, This is Me

My DNA Test - Part 1

While standing in line at a restaurant, I noticed a young man staring at me. His teeth, whiter than white against skin the color of freshly turned compost, graced me with a smile that warned there was more to come.

"Hello my sister," he said as he moved his way out of line to come stand in front of me. I smiled because his accent was as beautiful as his thick black hair and his charm was like summer warmth.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

I stuttered for a moment then told him that I grew up in a small Kansas town. He shook his head full of locks and then asked with a deep seriousness and emphasis on the word "are". "No, my sister. Where ARE you from?"

"Kansas City?" I heard myself say/ask.

Again he shook his head. Then proudly, in a voice that everyone could hear, he leaned in towards my face, said, "No! You are from Ghana. You look exactly like my cousins."

When he returned to his place in line, I'm pretty sure I was trembling.

That took place over a year ago and I have not been able to shake it.

On Mother's Day, my amazing husband --- in cahoots with a well-known genealogy advisor to the celebrities (and just so happens to be a neighbor and friend) --- gifted me with a beautifully wrapped DNA test. And guess what?

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